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He placed his hands on his belt and stared back at me. I shivered, feeling my pussy clench hard with anticipation. He wouldn’t whip me with his belt. Would he?
Somehow, I had a feeling I was very much going to regret my actions today once Zane really got a hold of me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to control the rising heat within me, but it was little use. I was nervous, but I wanted it too.
My Vakarran captors then turned their attention back to their virtual radars and then to Valdus’ injuries, rather than me. In that moment, it was as though I ceased to exist to them.
I watched quietly as they tended to his burns with technology that I’d never seen before, using a small laser cartridge with airborne stem cells to repair his skin in minutes, rather than days, right before my eyes. I was curious and asked about it, but none of them answered. In fact, no one said anything more to me for the rest of that night. The four of them prepared camp, ensuring that I slept beneath the overhang of a large boulder nearby. I was keenly aware of their silence. They didn’t even really look at me and even ignored me when I tried to speak to them or ask any more questions. Their quiet brooding became a sort of punishment of its own. It saddened me and the longer their silence went on, the guiltier I felt. It was my fault Valdus had been hurt. If I had stayed still until the tracker device had moved on, we would have been safe. Instead, I’d ignored their orders and now we were all in danger because of it.
I wanted to cry, but my eyes were heavy. The events of the day had left me more tired than I cared to admit. Eventually, my exhaustion overcame my guilt and worry, and I closed my eyes, falling into a fitful sleep consumed with my nerves and shame.
The next morning, I woke with the rising of the sun and swallowed anxiously. I lay where I was for a long time, almost afraid to move and face the day, along with my upcoming punishment. The men weren’t awake yet and I toyed with the idea of running once more. I knew they would rise soon, but the events of last night made me nervous. What if I ran and another tracker flew above me once more? I’d been unable to do anything once that machine had begun humming, almost like it had rendered me immobile. If I ran into one of those again, alone, there would be no way I could escape and survive on my own. If I encountered a tracker on my own, I’d be as good as dead.
As much as I hated to admit it right now, I needed them, even if it meant that I was going to be feeling Zane’s belt whip my naked backside. I swallowed and squeezed my eyes shut, before opening them once more.
The first of my Vakarran captors to wake was Zane. He sat beside me and sighed. For a long time, neither of us said a word even though I could tell that he knew I was awake. Eventually, the rest of the camp rose, but no one looked my way. After a while, I saw Tavik meet Zane’s gaze and then Zane nodded. At once, my stomach dropped, and I waited apprehensively. Zane moved over to where I was lying and squatted beside me. I sat up and then he took my hand, leading me a short distance away over to a fallen log, just on the outskirts of the camp.
Close enough so that all of the other three men would be able to see what he was going to do to me. I tried to stem the rapid beat of my heart, but it was no use.
He stared at me for a long while and I found it hard to meet his gaze.
“I don’t usually punish women for any reason other than the fact that I enjoy seeing their pain, as well as my mark on their skin, but for you, Kaela, I’ll make an exception,” he began.
I couldn’t do anything but breathe, as my heart pounded in my chest.
“Take off your clothes. It’s time you paid for disobeying our orders, and for not only causing Valdus to be injured, but for putting yourself and the rest of us in danger,” he scolded, and I dropped my gaze to the ground.
I’d never felt guiltier in my life. My legs trembled and despite it all, I could feel my pussy growing wet with arousal.
“Take your punishment well and you’ll earn our forgiveness. Then after it is all over, you can make it up to us with your pretty little mouth,” he purred, the suggestiveness in his tone causing my body to heat despite what was about to happen. The side of his mouth turned up in a smirk and I began to accept the fact that I was about to get the whipping of my life. My clit began to throb between my legs and a small complaint escaped my throat.
“Zane,” I whispered, unsure of what I actually wanted to say. I felt awful about what had happened. I wanted this, but then again, I didn’t. I couldn’t understand what I was going through. Even as Zane threatened me, I could feel the reaction of my body. I knew my thighs were quivering with need, that my nipples were hard beneath my shirt and that the place between my legs was already moistened with desire.
“Bare yourself for me, now,” Zane said softly, the command in his voice ringing deep in my bones. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed softly, allowing my hands to drift down. I opened them again and gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. Zane was there with me, helping to guide the fabric over my head. He didn’t rush me, only calmly assisted as I stripped before him.
He gently pulled off my boots and then my socks, leaving me standing on the soft mossy underbrush beneath my feet. Next, we took off my pants together. Standing in only my bra and panties, I shivered. I saw a look of appreciation cross his features. He wanted me too.
His thumb drifted across my skin then.
“Your skin is so pale and beautiful. I bet it’ll bear the mark of my lash beautifully,” he mused and the dark seduction in his voice left me breathless with need.
I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, and my breasts felt heavy as I pulled it away from my body. Zane gripped the hem of my underwear and knelt before me, dragging them down my hips and revealing the last of my secrets to his view. His breath was warm against the wetness of my pussy and I breathed shakily in response.
“Zane, please,” I begged.
r /> The tip of his tongue reached for my wet folds, dragging up across my clit. I squeaked with both surprise and pleasure, and he chuckled quietly at his conquest.
“Your cunt tastes the sweetest when you know you’re about to be punished, little human,” he said, and all the breath left my lungs in a single gasp. There was no fighting him then, I knew that. He could whip me, spank me, fuck me, I didn’t care, but I would do anything to feel that tongue between my legs once more. He met my gaze and I knew he knew it too.
He stood back up and I watched as he uncoiled some rope from his belt. He curled one loop around my wrist and tied it to a nearby tree. He did the same with the other. After I was stretched outward like I was mounted on a cross, he moved behind me and allowed his fingers to touch the vulnerable skin of my back. I sighed and then he dragged them down until he cupped my ass with them. Clutching my nervous cheeks, he dug his fingers into my flesh and I moaned softly, unsure if I should be feeling pleasure, pain, or even both.
When he released my ass, I sighed, with relief or disappointment, I didn’t know.
Behind me, I heard his belt jingle quietly and I tried to swallow my rising anxiety. I’d never felt the fire of a man’s belt before and as much as I wanted to escape right now, I wondered just how it might feel. If I might like it. I knew it would hurt, but my body was doing curious things in response. My nipples were harder than ever, begging to be touched. My legs rubbed against each other and I knew I was much wetter than before. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. My body wanted to feel the leather against my bare skin.
I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t be reacting like this.
But still, my pussy clenched with desire. Zane’s arm reached around my hip, reaching between my legs and I shook with pleasure. He cupped my pussy in his palm stroking one finger up and down my wet folds.
He chuckled softly, and I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips. It took tremendous effort to draw in one breath after another. I tried to control the nervous anxiety and developing excitement in my body, but I was quickly losing it. Zane took his other hand and dragged it up my back. Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin and I sighed with delight, only for him to reach up behind my head. In a rush of movement, he gripped the hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head backwards.
